Brian stared out the windshield. He thought of feeding her a line about all the strange crap he'd supposedly seen via his casual gig with the police force, delivered in a jaded voice like some freaking veteran nearing his pension, but decided that was as equally farfetched as the truth.
"Because I just read a crime scene with my hands. Not intuition. Not forensics. I put my hand on a bullet hole and I saw it happen. That's what I can do."
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Re: Lost Sleep
Date: 2016-01-27 05:49 am (UTC)"Because I just read a crime scene with my hands. Not intuition. Not forensics. I put my hand on a bullet hole and I saw it happen. That's what I can do."
He picked up his hot chocolate and drank some.